BUTTERFLY EFFECT🦋 (L.S.) [finished]

CHAPTER 12

Harry woke up to someone stroking his head gently, the last of the sun sneaking through the window and kissing the boys naked skin, laying in bed.

He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay like this forever, being lovingly held in Louis' arms. But his body needing an urgent visit to the bathroom had other plans.

'Oh, I didn't want to wake you up.'

'You didn't, bathroom, be right back.'

Louis was left alone in Harry's room. Stretching, he got up from the king size bed to further inspect it.

It was big, well, at least bigger than Louis', and it was really clean and tidy for a teenager. Opposite from the bed was a balcony, and next to it a big mirror. The desk was on the other side of the room, perfectly organized, a big wooden closet besides it. The walls were painted white, except for one that was black, between the bed and the balcony. Louis hadn't noticed at first but there were lots of black and white polaroids on that wall, perfectly arranged, a black old wooden trunk on the floor underneath them.

The pictures were randomly taken, it seemed, but all so candid. Someone's smile, a ballerina's foot, a duck in a lake, some flowers, a couple holding hands, a lime cut in half... but there was one particular picture that caught Louis' eye. In the picture there was a boy, in a little black dress, that fit him perfectly, curls that stopped just two fingers above his shoulders, that were sparkly like his chest, he was flipping off the camera and covering his face in the process, but Louis knew exactly who he was. It was the only picture in the wall were Harry appeared.

'So, do you like my wall?'

Louis jumped at the sudden deep voice that interrupted his thoughts.

'Jesus, how long have you been here?'

'A while, you were so cute, playing detective in my room.'

'Oh, I didn't wanna...umm... I didn't know you were into photography.'

'It's nothing, just a hobby. But I enjoy taking pictures and then having them phisically, otherwise they just get lost on some phone, when they break and a lot of moments, memories get lost forever... and the good things are the ones that are the easiest to forget, so I like to keep some around.'

'You're an old soul Harry, an old soul indeed.'

'What are you saying? You're older than me, you weirdo.'

Both lads laughed it off, saying with their eyes the things that they couldn't pronounce still.

'By the way, who took that photo of you, in the black dress?'

'You recognised me?'

'Your hair is shorter, but those thighs scream out Harry Styles, baby.'

'Damn, my cover is blown... Well... um... one of my ballet friends back in the city took it. We were at some party after our last performance of the year.'

Harry was smiling, but his eyes were dull. Louis thought this might be a sad memory, or a happy one that was now sad. He said nothing, just walked to Harry and hugged him, a protective hand on his head. Harry's tense body relaxed in Louis' embrace.

'What was that for?'

'I don't know? It felt right... do you not like hugs?'

'Y...yeah.'

'That's what I thought.'

That boy's sassiness always made Harry laugh.

'You might wanna put some clothes on or we won't get any homework done.'

Louis realised he was still naked, some flashbacks going through his head, blusing immediatly.

'Oh...I...'

'I actually have to put the washer machine. Give me your clothes, they'll be clean for when you leave. You can have some of mine.'

'Umm... okay. You help your mum a lot, don't you?'

'We have to help each other, it's just the two of us now. She's actually gone for some days at a time, she usually works from home, but has to travel for hearings and trials.'

'Oh... it's great that she has such an amazing job, but you must feel so lonely sometimes, when is she coming back?'

'It's fine... tomorrow afternoon.'

But Louis could read through Harry's words perfectly.

'You know, that you can come over at our home whenever, right? My sisters love you more than me at this point, I swear.' Said Louis giggling, which made Harry cheer up.

'Careful or I'll never leave.'

'It's fine by me.'

'Great. Now, clothes, please.' Harry implored, not being able to look at the handsome lad naked anymore without doing anything about it. He handed Louis some black boxers, some grey sweets and a pink glittery T-shirt that said Ballet Besties 07'.

Louis put them on, not being able to avoid sniffing them, they smelled like Harry. Like vanilla and cotton candy.

'Hey these are so soft, which soap do you use?'

'Gosh you are such a weirdo... but one that looks good in my clothes.'

Louis pecks Harry's lips, throwing himself at his arms.

'Now, please let's do some homework please, I'll never be able to finish it.' Said Louis whining.

'Bff, yeah, you're right. Come on, set it up, I'll join you in a minute.' Harry said grabbing Louis' dirty clothes as well as his own.

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'Please, please, let's make a break, please, I'm starving and I swear Shakespeare is bullying me, I can't pronounce half of this shit nevermind memorize it.'

'You're such a big baby, you are doing so good.'

'Food for my tummy, pleeaasee.'

'I give up, I think we've done enough for today. How do you feel about tortilla de patata?'

'I don't know what that is but I'm down for it.'

'It's a spanish dish, I think you'll love it. You can help if you promise not to burn down my kitchen.'

'Eey, I can help! I'm good at following directions.'

The two boys were in the kitchen, Harry grabbing the ingredients and explaining the steps to Louis.

'Alright, I'm gonna chop the onions and start them in the pan while you peel the potatoes... do you think you will be able to chop them too without cutting yourself with the knife?' Said Harry with a worried look.

'Yes, mum...' Louis laughed making Harry laugh along.

The dinner was made in no time, the lads joking around, listening to music and dancing around the kitchen.

'Wow Harry, this tastes amazing! I think I'm gonna let you make my dinner for the rest of my life.'

'You helped too.'

They washed the dishes together and cleaned the kitchen.

'Come on Lou, it's late, you should get home.'

'Actually I...I was hoping I could sleep over? If you wanted too...? What are you gonna do here... all alone?' Said Louis hiding his red cheeks in Harry's neck, bitting it sweetly.

'Oh, um... okay.'

Harry tried to hide his frog smile. Why couldn't he get enough of that blue eyed boy? His butterfly was going wild in his stomach, and if Harry could, he would have strangled her.

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Baby boyfriends behaviour! Even though neither of them seems to admit it. I enjoyed so much writting this fluffiness.
Big stuff coming up!
Lots of love,
Leo x